Chapter 2
Five minutes later I’m still trying to guess the password, typing in birthdays and pet names Alex had mentioned. Running out of ideas, I type in ‘Ashley0224’ which is my name and birthday.
To my complete surprise, the desktop appears.
“Holy shit,” I mutter. Really? Alex is using my name as his password? That seems a little weird. My password is so much better since it’s ‘LICKmyCLIT69’. No one’s going to guess that one.
I start searching through Alex’s hard drive, and find a directory called ‘Writing’. Underneath that are various directories including, ‘Covers’, ‘Published’, and ‘Working.’ I click on the ‘Published’ directory and under that are directories for each month going back several years. I open the directory for the latest month.
What I see there confuses me. Each directory is a bunch of words crammedtogether,like‘StrandedWithMyStepdad’or ‘DisciplinedByMyStepdad.’
What the fuck? What does all that mean?
I click into one of the directories, and there’s a Word document there. I open it up and start to read.
Five minutes later I’m staring at the screen in shock. It’s an erotic story about a stepdad fucking his stepdaughter.
I look at several more documents and they’re all the same. Stepdads and
stepdaughters in all kinds of scenarios, but each one ends with them fucking.
Holy shit.
This is what Alex has been writing? These are the books he’s selling?
I’m stunned. Simply stunned. My straight-laced father who feels he has to guard my virginity is writing fuck books? About stepdads and stepdaughters? When he’s a stepdad and I’m his stepdaughter? That’s just so freaky.
One of the titles catches my eye. It’s called, ‘In a Motel with My Stepdad.’ I open the file and begin to read, and as I do, I’m even more shocked.
The story is about a stepdad who has to drive his stepdaughter to cheer camp, and they have to stay at a motel on the way. And of course, they end up having sex in the motel.
What makes the story so weird is that just a few months ago Alex drove me to cheer camp, and we had to stop at a motel on the way. Of course, nothing happened between us at the motel, other than watching some TV and then sleeping in separate beds.
An idea occurs to me, and I check the date the document was written. Sure enough, it was completed about a week after Alex and I spent the night in the motel together.
Holy shit, he’s getting ideas for stories based on things that happened with us. And then changing them around so that the characters have sex.
I found another story titled, ‘Breakfast in Bed with My Stepdad.’ In this one, the stepdaughter brings her stepdad breakfast in bed on his birthday. And like all the other books, this leads to them fucking.
When I check the date it was written, sure enough, it was about a week after his birthday back in April. And yes, I had brought him breakfast in bed for that birthday.
I find another one called, ‘Surprised by My Stepdad,’ and begin reading it, wondering what experience between Alex and me had inspired it. But as I read, I discover it’s about a stepdad walking into his daughter’s bedroom without knocking and finding her fucking herself with a vibrator.
That’s interesting, I thought. That never happened. I don’t even own a vibrator, and while I masturbate frequently, Alex has never walked in on me doing it.
So that means that all of his stories aren’t based on actual events. Some of them come from his imagination. I’m not sure if that’s better or worse. Do I really want my stepdad imagining those kinds of scenarios with me?
I continue reading the story, and have to admit to myself it’s kinda hot. After the stepdad walks in on his daughter using the vibrator, he confronts her, asking why she lied to him and told him she was a virgin. She explains that while she busted her own cherry with the vibrator, she still hasn’t had sex with a guy. So she technically still is a virgin.
Then she says, “I’ve been waiting for my daddy to fuck me.”
They start going at it, screwing right there on the bed. And wow, the writing makes me feel like I’m right there experiencing it. I never knew Alex was such a good writer. He’s actually making my pussy wet with his words.
I keep reading, and somehow my hand slides up under my nightshirt and then down into my panties, where I start fingering my pussy. It’s kind of weird, rubbing myself to something Alex wrote, but I can’t help myself. I can picture myself in this girl’s place, lying back as her daddy pounds her with his cock.
